My Friends the Allens -- Video Hits
by Mark Aster

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Note: this story contains a graphic account of sexual
relations between various adults.  If you are a minor,
a U.S. Senator, or anyone else whose brain implodes
when exposed to such things, stop reading now, and go
take a cold shower.
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The woman on the screen put her long legs up on her desk,
and leaned back in her chair.  Slowly, she slid her hands
up her thighs.  Her eyes were closed.  Her hands pushed up
the dark blue skirt, so we could see the tops of her
stockings, her white panties, the naked skin of her stomach.
She leaned her head back, ran her fingers under the
waistband of her panties, and moved them in slow ovals.

We were up in the study of the Allen sisters' suite, all
gathered around the big computer monitor.  Pat and I sat
on the loveseat, Julie knelt on a cushion on the floor,
and their cousin Jake stood by the computer, grinning
proudly and watching the woman.  This was better than an
amateur sex video: this was real life.  And the woman on
the screen had no idea she was being watched.

As she stroked herself with her fingers, her breathing became
rough and heavy.  Although we had no sound, we could tell by
the rise and fall of her breasts under the white silk blouse.
She spread her thighs farther apart, her high-heeled shoes
scraping on the wood of the desktop.  She had one finger deep
inside herself, and the other hand rubbed her clit, which must
have been hard and swollen by this time.  She started to
come, her eyes closed tight, and her mouth opened in a long
series of silent gasps.  Her hands moved like trapped
animals under the wet white panty.  I licked my lips, and
my cock hardened in my pants.

"So how are you getting these pictures, Jake?" I asked.  He
grinned more widely, his eyes still on the gasping woman on
the screen, and launched into jargon.  I think he said "The
office wing of the building is full of security cameras.
They're all linked via digitally-switched video back to
Security in the hotel, and by tapping into the trunk," he
gestured at the wires that came out of the back of computer
and disappeared behind a loosened wall-panel, "I can patch into
the signal.  A little ATM decoding, and I can read any channel
I want.  There's no security in the system.  Who'd want to
crack into it, eh?  Heh heh heh."

The woman lay limp in the chair, eyes closed and hands
motionless between her legs, for a minute or two.  Then
she sat up, stretched, wiped herself gingerly with a tissue
from the desk, and got up, moving out of the range of our
camera.  Jake knelt at the keyboard, and began flicking through
the channels.  Images of empty offices and people typing at
keyboards flashing by on the screen.  Julie picked up a book;
Pat rose from next to me, and helped me off with my pants.
Then she sat down in my lap, her body a hot sweet weight.
She was wearing only her big brown terrycloth robe; I buried
my face in her neck, and began to nuzzle the robe open, headed
for her big firm breasts.  She laughed, and kneaded my shoulders
with her strong hands.  The robe was just about to fall open when
Jake spoke up.

"Hah!  Bet HE doesn't know there's a camera in his office, ay?"

On the screen, a tall grey-haired man sat in a big leather
chair.  In front of the desk, facing him, stood a lovely
dark-haired woman in a tailored suit, head down.  He was
obviously shouting at her.  Standing next to the man was a
small blonde woman in a tight skirt and a sweater that showed
off her large breasts.  As the man shouted at the dark woman,
he was blatantly feeling up the blonde, his hand roaming over
her ass and her thighs.  Then he seemed to quiet down, and he
said one more thing to the woman in front of his desk.  Her
head came up for a second, apparently in surprise.  No one
moved for a moment.  Then she walked around the desk, and
knelt in front of the man, who rolled his chair back to make
room for her.

Julie stood up in front of Jake, and batting her eyelashes
she said "Oh, please, Mr. Boss,  I'm sorry I didn't get the
contract.  I'll do ANYTHING to make it up to you!"  Jake
grinned, and pulled her against him, her face against his
neck.  She began to kiss his body, unbuttoning his shirt and
sliding down his chest.  On the screen, the dark woman had
unzipped the tall man's pants, and was stroking his limp penis.
Gradually, it came erect; the man said something to the blonde,
and she tugged her sweater off over her head.  Her boobs were
large and pink, swelling tightly against the cups of her
bra.  I slid my hands inside Pat's robe; her breasts filled
my palms with their heavy warmth.

The blonde leaned over the man in the chair, pressing her
breasts against his face through the thin lace of the bra.
He reached under her skirt and pressed and squeezed the round
globes of her ass.  The dark woman lowered her head over his
crotch, taking his cock into her mouth and slowly sucking.

Julie undid the buttons on Jake's pants and drew out his penis.
I'm a bad judge of sizes, but Jake was BIG.  Seven or nine
inches, I'd say, and very thick.  Julie moaned, faked or real,
and took the wide pale head into her mouth.  "That's it, baby,"
growled Jake, "if you want that raise, you'll have to WORK for
it."  And he twisted his fingers in her hair as she sucked on him.

I opened Pat's robe and ran my hands over her body.  I tried to
turn her face towards me to kiss her, but she stopped me.  I
looked at her face as she watched the screen, and I realized
that she was flushed with anger, not desire.  "Just a minute,"
she whispered, "I want to memorize this bastard."  The blonde
had taken off her bra, and the man in the chair was suckling her
nipples and groping her huge tits as the knealing woman ate
him.  One of his hands was between the blonde's big pale thighs,
hungrily exploring her ass and her cunt.  The blonde's face
was neutral, bored.

Jake was long enough that even Julie had a hard time taking
his whole length into her mouth.  When his cock was stiff and
throbbing, he pulled it out of his cousin's mouth, and lay her
back on the rug.  He tore off her shorts with both hands,
spread her legs apart, and moved on top of her.  Julie put
her arms around him eagerly, and moaned as he entered her.
"Oh Boss, oh boss, oh boss, oh GOD!" she breathed, half joking
and half in passion, as he stretched her and penetrated her.

On the screen, the tall man came, his body arching in the chair,
his face buried in the blonde's boobs.  The knealing woman
turned her head to the side and spat involuntarily, and his
cock squirted the last of its load onto the side of her face.
The man pushed the blonde away, and said something to the
woman in front of him, his face smug and satisfied, ugly with
the knowledge of his power.  The woman got up and moved off
camera, returning with some tissues that she used to
clean up his juices.  "Scum-bag," Pat hissed, "parasite,
bastard!"  Then she took her eyes from the screen and looked
at me.  "You men really are shit, you know?"

On the cushion, Julie was screaming rhythmically as Jake's
cock plumbed her depths.  She was spread-eagled on the floor,
her legs in a wide split, her hands clawing at the rug.  Pat
got up from my lap and shrugged off the robe.  Her big breasts
jiggled tautly, nipples erect, as she lowered herself back into
my lap, knees spread, straddling me.  My erect cock rubbed
against her stomach, wetting the soft hairs with its tears.
I wasn't sure if she was going to fuck me or kill me.  She
looked hard into my eyes for a second, and then bobbed in my
lap, engulfing my cock with one practiced motion.  I gasped
at the pleasure of her warm sopping pussy sliding around me.
She began to rock slowly up and down on my shaft, impaling
herself, her eyes closed and her face flushed.

"You know," she whispered hotly in my ear, "Jake may be hung
like a donkey, but -- ahhhh, God --- I don't start to come the
minute HE gets -- oh oh OHH -- inside me."  I could feel the
walls of her cunt beginning to ripple and contract, as her
muscles squeezed me relentlessly.  "What the hell do you DO
to me?"  she gasped, as the orgasm took her.

The pleasure of her body moving on mine was unbearable.  I
squeezed her big heavy boobs, I kissed her gasping mouth.  Her
hands clutched at my sides and my back.  I grasped her hips,
slowing down her insistent rocking.  My mouth on hers, I
set up a new, slower rhythm as she moaned and sighed, and I
slid her body up and down, slid myself in and out of her as
slowly as I could stand, my cock throbbing and my chest
pounding with desire for her.  I could feel the cum straining
to escape, to shoot into her darkness, as I held us back.
Impossibly hard and swollen, my cock ached; I could feel
the pressure of her cunt walls on every ridge of skin; my
cock-head felt like it was on fire.  My fingers sank into
the flesh of her sides.  We lingered in that hot, wet,
breathless place, kissing and moaning, the pressure slowly
building up.

Then I could stand it no longer, and I let my body take over.
I crushed my lips against hers, and thrust suddenly and deeply
into her.  She groaned in delight, and pressed her hips against
me.  We fucked wildly and without control, coming again and again
there on the loveseat, the naked woman bouncing and laughing in
my lap, my cock finally freed to blast its cum into her as
her warm juices flowed out and over my thighs.  The pleasure
was incredible; as the last wave ebbed, I put my arms fully
around her, pressing her exhausted body against me, wanting
to feel every inch of her hot skin.

As we collapsed back on the loveseat, Jake and Julie applauded
from the floor, where they were cleaning each other off with
their tongues.  "Hope this room is good and soundproof, heh heh,"
said Jake, as Julie licked off his long limp cock.

When we were all rational again, Pat asked Jake if he could
identify the office that we had been watching last.  "No problem,"
he said, "anything for you."  Pat grinned a frightening grin.
"Little Sister," she said to Julie, "we have a little planning
to do.  There are a couple of women who might want some help
with an act of justice."  Jake and I exchanged glances, each
of us feeling very glad we weren't a certain tall grey-haired
man with a terribly uncertain future.

My Friends the Allens -- Video Hits
by Mark Aster
The End